moladda

Joined June 2022

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Looking Back at 2018
It has been a long time since I wrote anything, one is lazy, the second is nothing to say, and then there is really not much to write about. Today there is free tea at home, suddenly have the urge to write, the impulse is due to last year's unforgettable experience, the experience is too heavy, feel uncomfortable not to say not to write out in the heart.
By moladda4 years ago in Motivation
Flowers fall in the dream
"The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall?" This is the mood of the great poet Meng Haoran. In this ancient poem, which is well known to women and children, the phrase "Knowing how many flowers have fallen" implies the poet's faint sorrow and infinite reverie for the passing of spring. He spent the first half of his life at home, studying hard, cultivating vegetables and bamboos, saving the countryside from disasters, and living in seclusion in the mountains for a time, before going to Chang'an at the age of forty to become an official. After returning to his hometown, he worked as a staff member for a short period of time. In the 28th year of Kaiyuan, Mr. Wang died of illness due to indulgence in feasting and drinking.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
Peeping at the moon
Guangzhou, May rain, moving, no reason, on the next, so that people are caught off guard. June, Guangzhou sunny, do not need to see the sun and sunshine, in the corridor aisle, in the toilet, the hot air, will be steamed out of a person to sweat. The daytime heat, the night heat, insomnia is like a slug crawling around in the head, uncomfortable, but nothing can be done.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
Those Food & Drink
I always think of a restaurant called "Men and Women Eating", which stands like a house in the depths of my heart, full of colorful memories.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Boat Festival In Distance
Every holiday, the most said and heard the most words is happy holidays, only this Dragon Boat Festival, we do not say happy, only wishing well.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
Mid-Autumn Memories
The Mid-Autumn Festival has a special meaning for every Chinese person because of the Chinese people's love for the moon. The Mid-Autumn Festival is given extra importance because of the moon, and the moon is extra beautiful because of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon is in the north: the bright moon comes out of the sky and the sea of clouds. The moon is in the south: the moon is born on the sea, and the sky is at the end of the earth. "The moon is on the top of the fountain, and the people are after dusk. The bright moon is a reflection of human feelings, and people are in love with the moon. The moon shines brightly on the earth, and people's hearts are warmed by love. The love of the moon has infiltrated the bones of every Chinese person.
By moladda4 years ago in Wander
The Joy From Simplicity
For more than a year, the days passed simply uneventful, almost can not recall what happened with their own things, only to feel that the days passed quickly, five working days plus a double holiday, week after week, summer and autumn, autumn and winter, and suddenly the summer solstice will come, a few no marks. It was not until that morning that I had a dangerous brush with death that I looked back at the years gone by.
By moladda4 years ago in Motivation
Outside of the window
She is a lonely and poor old lady who lost her husband and has no children, living alone on the 10th floor. She had been living in this building for 8 years. 8 years ago in the summer, the old lady experienced the biggest disaster in her life, her husband died in a car accident when he went to buy groceries, and when she got the news, she rushed to the hospital like crazy, and collided with the turning bus again, her life was saved, but her lower limbs were paralyzed from then on, and her mobility was limited.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
A meter of sunshine
A wonderful woman standing next to me, with a hand gently touching me, starting from my left shoulder, little by little to the right, to the right, and then to the right, the hand touched my ears, cheeks, lips, nose, hand over the warm, soft, tickling, involuntarily moving their heads, greedily enjoying, enjoying, in a trance feeling that the hand is constantly changing, flashing orange flame. I wanted to reach out and grab the hand, but I couldn't lift my hand. I wanted to open my eyes to see the glowing hand, but I couldn't open my eyes. I struggled to reach out and open my eyes,,, my lover who was watching and laughing next to me woke me up. Oh, a dream, the hand is actually a ray of sunlight through the curtains, I got up half a day can not come out of the dream, recalling the warm, soft hand gently touch the feeling, warm, itchy, I got up to pull open the curtain, the window full of sunlight prick to come, so that people can not open their eyes, sun to people have a feeling of being baked.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
The gun in the wilderness
Every year on Qingming Festival, my father takes us to visit the mountain to sweep the graves. 　　Ancestors' graves, it can be said that the nearby ten miles are, Zhujiashan, cold water source, stacked paper hall, ash grass ridge, monk ridge ...... unlike today, the village over the elderly, or die in middle age, to the back of the ridge a lift the matter. The ancestors spoke of environmental feng shui and would send them over when they saw how far away they were. Nowadays, people talk about convenience, there is a piece of open space on the line. What is right and what is wrong, peace of mind, so, not to say this.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
Those old days
In the morning, lazily want to sleep more, but a ray of sunshine woke up, languishing in the nest thinking about last night's dream, not yet finished, a friend Aqiang's phone call came in: "a moment to go fishing"! Fishing is a man's business, just want to say no, he said: "Do not say no ah, your teacher also come over". The teacher he referred to is my class teacher when I was in trade school, the old man has been retired for many years, living in the city 70 or 80 miles away from us, I have no reason not to accompany.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
The Capsicum Dumplings
Before the Spring Festival, my mother sent two large packages of goodies, all of which were specialties from my hometown, including yellow beef, sesame leaves, fresh green beans, sweet potato vermicelli, etc. There were also a few packages of capers tucked inside. The mother dug them from the wilderness far away from home, and said she had washed, boiled and de-watered them, all done, so we could bring them and eat them directly, or put them in the refrigerator.
By moladda4 years ago in Families